Do you still rememberDecember's foggy freeze?When the ice thatClings on to your beard wasScreaming agony.And you snatch your rattling last breathsWith deep-sea-diver sounds,And the flowers bloom likeMadness in the spring.

Sun streaming cold,An old man wandering lonelyTaking time the only way he knowsLeg hurting badAs he bends to pick a dog-endHe goes down to the bog and warms his feet